Loneliness
on doorsill I’m in
waiting breath,
waiting sight,
waiting sigh
they've gone at wink
wink-less day-
reminds it,
draws silhouette
album of souvenir
brings the pages of-
the withered paddy field,
the yellow fallen maple leaves,
dried up tears
skeleton of Phantom IV
crawling outside
cockroach flies away
the ant go away line by line
sun is already setting down
there is no more horizon
on doorsill I’m alone
-January 31, 2019 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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